Posted in Fiction, Poetry

Two Crows.

A crow sits on the grass alone, isolated, nothing within its grasp.

In an instant a flutter of wings comes to rest beside the lonely one.

Two Crows. Two Souls.

Always together. Never alone.

Entwined forever.

They are one soul.

One.

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Actor, singer, writer. Artistic Director/Owner of Purple Cast Productions. Loves theatre, films, reading and keeping fit. Member of The Writers Bureau and Slimming World.

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